Summary: Future Fic. The life and times of Lorelai Gilmore IV, Lola. Will she ever find out who her father is?

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, it's story, characters or episodes. They were created by Amy Sherman-Paladino and are owned by Dorothy Parker Drank Here and the WB/CW

Chapter 1

Lorelai Gilmore IV, Lola to those who know her, sat at the kitchen table doing her homework. Her mother, Lorelai the third, Rory, was in her study working. This was a familiar post-dinner activity for both the females. Lola, however, was not concentrating solely on her homework. This, too, was not unusual. The nine year old was thinking, no perhaps dreaming was a better word, of her father. Her father that she knew nothing of; the father that her mother loved, yet left; the father even her grandmother could not name. It was not unusual for Lola to wonder about him, yet she never dared to ask her mother. Not that she hadn't tried before. When she was younger she had. Her mother had simply said that she had loved him but it wasn't meant to be, that he didn't know about her and it was best that way, but that it wasn't because he wouldn't love her, because he would. All Lola knew was that her mother hadn't returned home since she had found out about Lola, no matter how much her grandmother, Lorelai the second, had begged.

Lola and her mother lived in Hollis, New Hampshire, a small town outside of Nashua. Her mother worked for the newspaper there, The Nashua Telegraph, part-time from home and part-time from the office, so she could be home with Lola before and after school. Lola attended the public grade school and Rory planned on her attending the private high school, when the time came. They lived in a small town home that Lola loved, she had her own bedroom and they had a large library/study that both Lola and Rory loved to spend time in.

Rory came out of the study and Lola startled out of her daydream and looked down at her papers, pretending to work.

"How's your homework, honey?"

"It's good, easy. I don't know why the teacher made such a big deal out of learning long division. I already know how to do it."

"I know you do, but you're just a genius, like your mommy."

Lola just grunted an agreement.

"Still, it's just these teachers…they treat me so special since they know I don't have a dad, like I'm dumb or something and they just go on and on and on," Lola was beginning one of her famous rants.

"Lola, honey," Rory interrupted sharply, "I don't care what anyone else ever says, you are loved more than enough by me and you are the smartest kid in the class, don't ever let anyone tell you differently." She wrapped her in her arms

"I love you, kid, you know that right. Sometimes I wish things were different, you know that, but I don't ever want you to think that you were a mistake or that I don't love you or that your father wouldn't love you if he knew."

This seemed like the perfect time to bring up her thoughts, but just as she started to open her mouth her mother began talking again.

"So, do we have any big plans for the weekend?"

"I have my first softball game on Saturday, remember?"

"Gosh, how could I forget? A Gilmore girl playing a sport, I'm not sure its ever been done. I might have to call Lorelai and have her come down just to prove it to her."

"Oh, mom, would you? Please! I haven't seen Grandma in so long, its been like two months, please!" Lola put on the famous pout.

Rory laughed, "You know, the pout doesn't work on me. The Gilmore girls can use it, but it doesn't work on us."

"Don't you miss Grandma Lorelai, mom? You two are so close, why don't we move back to your home town? Or can we at least visit sometime? Please! I want to see where you grew up. You and Grandma talk about it so much."

Rory sighed, "Maybe someday honey, but not right now. It's just not right quite yet."

"It's because of my father, isn't it?"

"You're too smart Miss Lola. How about we call Grandma right now and invite her for your game, how does that sound?" She said, changing the subject.

"Yeay!" Lola yelled, forgetting the previous conversation and rushing for the phone, dialing the familiar number.

"Hello?"

"Grandma Lorelai!"

"Lola honey, how are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?"

"Well I am doing just great. You're Aunt Sookie is here, too."

"Oh, tell her I say hi, I want to talk to her after we're done."

"Of course. Lola says hi," Lorelai shouted to Sookie, "So tell me what's going on, how's school? All that good stuff."

"School is going really well. We're learning long division, but I already know how to do it so it's kind of boring. But, the main reason I called is because my softball team is having our first game this Saturday and I wondered if you could come?"

"A Gilmore girl playing a sport, who would have ever thought?"

"That's exactly what mom said!"

"Well great minds do think alike."

"Ha, ha. Anyway, can you come? Its at three on Saturday."

"Sure, honey, I can be there. I'll come up Saturday morning and then I should be able to stay until Sunday afternoon. I'll have to make sure Michel can cover for me, but I should be able to make him," she said with an evil laugh.

"Good, it'll be so great to see you. What's been going on there?"

"Oh, not too much, we had a festival last weekend"

"Which one?" Lola asked excitedly. She loved hearing about all the different things in Stars Hollow, especially the festivals.

"I think it was the pumpkin festival… Is that what it was Sookie?" She hollered. Lola heard a muffled noise in the background. "Yeah, the pumpkin festival was last weekend. Taylor got drunk, it was pretty funny. Not much has been going on here though. Still too early for snow, though I'm waiting."

"I bet. It always snows earlier here though. Which will make my softball season short. I can't wait to go ice skating on the pond though. So I guess it all evens out in the end."

Lorelai laughed, "Here's Sookie, and then I want to talk to your mom, too, okay?"

"Sounds good. Bye Grandma, I'll see you on Saturday. Love you."

"Love you too, sugar, here's Sookie."

"Hey Lola! How are you?" Sookie said excitedly.

"I'm good. How are you? How are the kids? How is Jackson doing?"

"Everyone here is doing just fine. Jackson has finished picking most of his outdoor vegetables for the year. It was a good crop. Both Martha and Davey and growing up so quick. Almost time for Martha to go to high school, then it'll be Davey's turn, and then yours, and everybody's just growing up so fast," she said as she began to sniffle.

"Sookie, hand the phone back to me," Lola heard Lorelai say in the background.

"Bye, Lola, it was good to talk to you again."

"You, too, Sookie."

"Mom, grandma wants to talk to you," Lola said as she handed Rory the phone.

Rory and Lorelai talked for a few minutes, exchanging stories from the last couple of days, updating each other on what had been happening in their lives. They hung up with the promise to talk again on Friday to finalize plans for the weekend.

After the phone call Lola and Rory began winding down for bed. They read for awhile together on the couch and then headed off to their separate bedrooms, Lola to sleep and Rory to reading in bed for awhile before sleep.

"Goodnight, Lola, I love you."

"I love you, too, mom. See you in the morning."

"Bright and early," Rory said with a smile.